All I wanted to do was spend Christmas introducing my in-laws to my twins, whom they had never seen. However, rather than being welcomed, I was asked to sleep in a barn. Solo.
What unites a barn, a crib and a Facebook disaster? My Christmas with my parents.
My name is Evelyn and I have a birthday horror story. Imagine a scary barn. Think of twins. Think about in-laws transporting their children.
My husband, Mike, and I have been living together for two years, and we recently welcomed our twins, who bring twice the love, joy, and diapers to our lives.
I expected two weeks off, since the in-laws could easily take on the role of grandparents, giving me some rest.
Plus, since we haven’t seen each other since the wedding, I thought they would love and cherish Mike and me a little more.
I honestly couldn’t wait to leave for this two-week trip. I packed enough clothes for the four of us and enough snacks for the twins.
I packed some treats for the in-laws and got some of that wildflower honey that my mother-in-law loves to put in her tea. I was ready for this joyful family reunion.
However, when we arrived on their doorstep, things took an unexpected turn. They were naturally very excited to meet the twins, and they swept them off and fucked them all.
I was extremely happy. Every mother longs for her children to receive unconditional love.
However, my in-laws’ love came with demands. Mike and I had to sleep in different rooms. I thought maybe they wanted to give us some space.
The room was somewhat cozy as it was Mike’s childhood bedroom. But when I saw my room, my jaw dropped and my stomach dropped.
It was a farm. A farm. A barn with a heater, a bed and a multitude of barn items arranged on the shelves.
There was a smell of hay and old dairy products. Which makes no sense because I had no idea they raised animals. At the moment, that’s not the problem.
I tried to discuss it with Mike. I thought he might help me understand this strange way of sleeping. We are a couple. The children are present. There is no tenderness here.
Mike dismissed the idea, saying a barn with a bed and a heater was more than enough. He asked me about the reason for his anger.
Because there was no way I was going to keep them both in one bed, I asked Mike’s parents where the babies were going to sleep.
And on a farm. But they had to be with me. They weren’t ready to spend the night alone yet.
The in-laws said their twins had a crib in their bedroom. They thought Mike and I and our kids would sleep separately.
I naturally lost my mind. I argued with Mike’s parents and they told me “our house, our rules”.
I went to pick up Mike, but he had disappeared to go to his high school friends, leaving me to deal with his parents and his exhausting twins.
I couldn’t stand this stupidity anymore at that point. So, I developed a strategy to get revenge. I took photos of the barn and my vacation home.
Even my brother-in-law and sister-in-law are trying to convince me to delete the post and apologize to me.
Now I’m at my parents’ house and plan to stay here for Christmas. While gingerbread cookies bake in the oven, my mother puts the twins in onesies.
Here we are appreciated. We are taken care of here. So tell me.
What would you do instead of me? What do you think I should do after this?
